As Kaito is led out to a pace of heavy footsteps and creaking floors, Greed takes the lead. His steps echo off every hole and corner like a dying, sputtering firecracker holding onto its final pop. It's sluggish, weighted; his guilt and sense of ease fighting each other for a pure sense of dominance.
He sighs when the door opens and the outside world spills in. The warmth is an obvious indicator that morning or noon of a new day has already settled. "Ehh. Don't take it so hard, huh? I really don't mean anything by it. But things as are they - well, you know better than most. There's plenty of people who'd want to take what's mine."
Greed waves his wrist and the sound of his bracelets clatter as softly as a rattlesnake lazily buzzing its tail. "I got it from here. Head back in before someone sees you."
Gravel crunches as his entourage disappears back from where they came and Greed gingerly pinches his fingers around Kaito's wrist. "This way, watch the door." When he grabs the handle, the rings on his finger chime off with a soft chnk of metal on metal. "I'll bring you to the closest stop. After that, it'll be up to you."
The door snaps shut behind Kaito, cold and definite. It isn't his first choice, doing it like this. But the hand they've been dealt is tipping; the scales aren't balanced. If someone knew, then more unsavory company knows, and Lord, Lord -
Greed climbs into the driver's seat and the leather wheezes under him, groaning and grinding until he starts up the engine. He throws the car in reverse with wild abandon, forcing the tires to kick up dust and broken asphalt like a man's dying cough. A punch of his wrist sends the car forward and out onto the wide, semi-open road.
"Really, this isn't supposed to be a punishment, kid. Think of it as," he hums over the radio, his free hand turning listlessly over and over. "-an insurance policy. For me and you. I can deal with the usuals. People always want something. But - " He chews on his words, slouches, and while his knees spread, the man named Sin scoffs at himself. "-forget it."
The car slows and Greed flicks on a directional. Tck. Tck. Tck.
"Watch yourself, that's all I'm saying. I'm not good, but I'm not so bad either. Others are just bad, kid. Bad enough that they'll make an example out of you just to send me a message. You understand?"
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He sighs when the door opens and the outside world spills in. The warmth is an obvious indicator that morning or noon of a new day has already settled. "Ehh. Don't take it so hard, huh? I really don't mean anything by it. But things as are they - well, you know better than most. There's plenty of people who'd want to take what's mine."
Greed waves his wrist and the sound of his bracelets clatter as softly as a rattlesnake lazily buzzing its tail. "I got it from here. Head back in before someone sees you."
Gravel crunches as his entourage disappears back from where they came and Greed gingerly pinches his fingers around Kaito's wrist. "This way, watch the door." When he grabs the handle, the rings on his finger chime off with a soft chnk of metal on metal. "I'll bring you to the closest stop. After that, it'll be up to you."
The door snaps shut behind Kaito, cold and definite. It isn't his first choice, doing it like this. But the hand they've been dealt is tipping; the scales aren't balanced. If someone knew, then more unsavory company knows, and Lord, Lord -
Greed climbs into the driver's seat and the leather wheezes under him, groaning and grinding until he starts up the engine. He throws the car in reverse with wild abandon, forcing the tires to kick up dust and broken asphalt like a man's dying cough. A punch of his wrist sends the car forward and out onto the wide, semi-open road.
"Really, this isn't supposed to be a punishment, kid. Think of it as," he hums over the radio, his free hand turning listlessly over and over. "-an insurance policy. For me and you. I can deal with the usuals. People always want something. But - " He chews on his words, slouches, and while his knees spread, the man named Sin scoffs at himself. "-forget it."
The car slows and Greed flicks on a directional. Tck. Tck. Tck.
"Watch yourself, that's all I'm saying. I'm not good, but I'm not so bad either. Others are just bad, kid. Bad enough that they'll make an example out of you just to send me a message. You understand?"